Patti Edmon Artist

It's no secret that I love texture, and lots of it... combining scraps of every conceivable tissue, corrugated , patterned and printed pape r with media, fabric, metal and other bits that are within arm's reach, then diving into color... I can do this all d ay and it never feels repetitive, each piece a fresh blank board waiting to be t ransformed. Sometimes I end up with a great beginning . And, since I don 't usually have a finished image in mind when I start, I win d up staring at the background with no clue what to do next. I've gotten through this a s many time s as I've finished art that I mostly love, but this bridge place, the water rushing beneath, the sky - a nd path - dense with fog that filter s through my brain is very frustrating . Yes, I need an image, found objects, a theme or emotion to express...   Like most m ixed-media artists, I've read my share of books on process, the muse, letti ng creat...

I actually had the energy to take a photo walk the other day. The weather has changed fairly fast - as it usually does here - but it was a beautiful morning. Not the 100 degree days we'd had so many of, so I set out on my mission. My photo walks are a challenge - depending upon how far I can walk, in this case around the block - to see. Really see, notice small changes, details that might otherwise be missed. What a metaphor for living a creative life. I'm not sure my vision has improved but I finally had a 'happy' studio day. Something about making pieces for a gallery or hopefully to sell is very unnerving. I realize that I'm still fairly green, when it comes to making art anyway:) and I have to say that this is the first time I've experienced 'Monkey Mind' in the studio - questioning every move, not sure if I like or not, which color, etc. In my writing history, I had a similar experience while attending a series of advanced fiction...